How reluctantly
the bee emerges from deep
within the peony
Basho
“…..the spotted touch-me-nots
which give such an intimate response
if you touch one of the tiny swollen pods–
faintly striped, fat in the middle,
and containing a tense spring,
an unspiraling release
that flings the seeds in all directions.
I touch, and between my fingers
the miniature violence spends itself.
Like the seeds I’m propelled
toward some future field…”
Chase Twichell, from the poem “Touch-Me-Not”
Still being shaped and still on its side as first shown two weeks ago, this second in the series of dehiscence inspired sculptures (working title: “Fingering Eros”) is slowly birthed.
Along with poetry, the visual influences that guide my carving hand are: hakea nuts, reflections of the Peace Garden’s Split Rock, and, a dancing, tantric deity: the Dakini.
“…..He enters me and joy
sprouts from us as from a split seed.”
Mary Karr, from the poem “Sinners Welcome”
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